Dt. Asylum | Yoonmin

XXI

Yoongi p.o.v.

I feel my breath stopping, my heart beating faster. Only that filling the silence in my mind. I had been fooling myself my entire life. I'd been fighting against myself, blocking out my own voice. Meaning i never had a friend, nobody kept me company. I had been alone all this time, talking to myself and telling myself to leave me alone. Explaining why Taehyung never left me alone.

"Yoongi?" Jimin softly asks, placing his hand on my shoulder.

I just freeze in place, not reacting to him in any way.

I couldn't, my body didn't allow me. The realisation of all the cuts and bruises Taehyung had caused me, it was myself who did it all along. 

I walk out of the room without a warning, collapsing on the bedroom floor in tears. The bottle of pills on the nightside laughing at me. I had been locked up in that terrible place to protect me from myself. I'd been so stupid.

"Yoongi!" Jimin calls out once more, rushing up behind me.

My loud sobbing almost making his voice unable to be heard. His voice carefully trying to calm me down.

"I just want to be normal," I cry out, my fingers so thightly pulling on my hair i wasn't able to feel the pain anymore.

Jimin removes my hands from my head and patiently holds onto them. Not forcing any questions on me. Instead he lifts my head by my chin, making me look up at him.

"You're normal Yoongi," He whispers, wiping the tears off of my cheeks.

"I'm not."

"You are, stop lying to yourself."

After staring out at the white wall in front of me for a good three hours, Jimin joins me again in the bedroom. A plate of spaghetti in one hand, and a glass of water in the other.

"I don't expect you to leave the bed today, but i do need you to eat dinner," He sighs, placing the two things on the small table next to the bed.

"I'm not hungry." 

"I'm force feeding you if i have to," He jokes, sitting down next to me.

I bend over to get the plate, staring at it for a moment while it's placed on my lap.

"Fine, feed me," I state, handing Jimin the fork.

He chuckles at my request, but does so without hesitation. Like a mother he blows on it first before carefully sticking the food in my mouth.

"Is it good?" He asks, watching me down the first bite.

I nod in response, opening my mouth wide for another bite.

"Why am i even surprised," Jimin laughs, feeding me some more.

Before i realise i had finished the plate, not even touching the fork myself once. Jimin really felt like an angel. No matter how difficult i was or how mean i was to him, he still cared for me as if he didn't know any other way. I'm sure if i asked him to wipe my butt he would. I chuckle at my thoughts, taking a sip from the glass of water.

"What's so funny," He asks curious.

"The fact that you love me." I pause taking my time to look at him, "Thank you for loving me Jimin."

He smiles, pressing a quick kiss on my lips.

"You taste like spaghetti Yoongi."